I'm feeling homesick. My arthritis is bothering me, and all the stairs in my house are so painful to get up and down and I'm missing my sweet house back in California. Everything on one level. So nice!
And I'm missing being near family. My parents and sister were only 70 miles away, and Stan's sister was just a twenty minute drive from us, his parents only three hours away. I didn't appreciate the proximity until I was too far away.
And I'm feeling homesick for my old ward too. I wasn't the old lady in the ward then. Of course that was over ten years ago, so who knows how it would be now?
I had a job I just loved working in a high school library and I still miss that. The kids, the teachers and staff, and of course the librarian I worked with. It was a dream-come-true job for me and leaving it was just as hard as leaving my family and friends and my old house.
I miss going to the beach, the briney smell of the shore and the sound of seagulls crying as they fly overhead. And the redwoods. That musty smell and the coolness in their shade. The aroma of eucalyptus trees along the damp roads leading over the hills to San Juan Bautista.
But home is Colorado now. So am I feelilng homesick or nostalgic?
When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? To surrender dreams--this may be madness; to seek treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness! But maddest of all--to see life as it is and not as it should be.
I have been married for over 27 years to my husband Stan. We have two sons, AJ (26) and Kevin (24). We have two crazy dogs named Jasper and Riley. I love my life, my family and have a strong faith that directs me.
Feel free to comment on my postings and let me know how you feel. I always like making new friends!